Well, I'm an idiot.
I went about my plans to do very little drinking, succeeded until Thursday when instead of doing last minute work on our week project I found myself in the pub getting battered.
Anyway, yesterday things got really bad.
I kept bumping into this girl throughout the day and it was all good, I wasn't going to go out but she coerced me into it, and we had a few drinks throughout the day and all was going well, then she went home to get herself dolled up for the night and I went to another pub and got some beers in me. We're meant to meet at 8
At about half ten I go strolling in the pub she's at, pissed as a fart and I don't know what the fuck happened, she kept pissing me off by fucking off talking to every fucking bloke but me so I guess I went outside and started a fight, but the three blokes i started on weren't interested so they fucked off...next thing I know, in a rage, I've just smashed my fist through some glass display cabinet, I'm fucking bleeding everywhere and glass is all over the fucking place.
Fuck it.
I'll walk to the hospital.
As I'm going they just start poncing me about trying to make sure I'm alright, some bloke was going to call me an ambulance but I was adamant I was fine. Then they just told me I was barred from the uni bar, Which I guess is probably fair enough.
Anyway, I'm pissed so I walk for miles and don't particularly end up anywhere so I get a taxi to the accident and emergency place and after a few hours they clean my hand up, remove some shards of glass, put a few stitches in my hand and tell me I've probably fucked up one of the tendons in my right hand, my drawing hand. Oh well.
So then I walk home from Kingston hospital, at 4 in the morning, with my hand in a right fucking state. It's all good.
Anyway, this'll probably have more far reaching consequences than last week's escapades, I know Annie just thinks I'm this drunken idiot that always starts on people and gets rowdy and I'm shitting myself thinking I may end up getting kicked out of uni if they decide to take it any further, plus my hand fucking hurts.
I do think I'm just going totally mad these days.
I've got this terrible feeling about how Monday's going to go. Of course, if anyone tries to take any official action against me, ie, get me kicked out of uni, I'm just going to have to rely on the fact that really they can't prove a fucking thing.
Anyway, yesterday things got really bad.
I kept bumping into this girl throughout the day and it was all good, I wasn't going to go out but she coerced me into it, and we had a few drinks throughout the day and all was going well, then she went home to get herself dolled up for the night and I went to another pub and got some beers in me. We're meant to meet at 8
At about half ten I go strolling in the pub she's at, pissed as a fart and I don't know what the fuck happened, she kept pissing me off by fucking off talking to every fucking bloke but me so I guess I went outside and started a fight, but the three blokes i started on weren't interested so they fucked off...next thing I know, in a rage, I've just smashed my fist through some glass display cabinet, I'm fucking bleeding everywhere and glass is all over the fucking place.
Fuck it.
I'll walk to the hospital.
As I'm going they just start poncing me about trying to make sure I'm alright, some bloke was going to call me an ambulance but I was adamant I was fine. Then they just told me I was barred from the uni bar, Which I guess is probably fair enough.
Anyway, I'm pissed so I walk for miles and don't particularly end up anywhere so I get a taxi to the accident and emergency place and after a few hours they clean my hand up, remove some shards of glass, put a few stitches in my hand and tell me I've probably fucked up one of the tendons in my right hand, my drawing hand. Oh well.
So then I walk home from Kingston hospital, at 4 in the morning, with my hand in a right fucking state. It's all good.
Anyway, this'll probably have more far reaching consequences than last week's escapades, I know Annie just thinks I'm this drunken idiot that always starts on people and gets rowdy and I'm shitting myself thinking I may end up getting kicked out of uni if they decide to take it any further, plus my hand fucking hurts.
I do think I'm just going totally mad these days.
I've got this terrible feeling about how Monday's going to go. Of course, if anyone tries to take any official action against me, ie, get me kicked out of uni, I'm just going to have to rely on the fact that really they can't prove a fucking thing.